Storm

Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

I am something that can be anywhere.
At roofs, soil, and souls I always tear.

I rain to cry,
I can never die.

Hail, snow, and hurricanes are my game,
I have always a different human name.

People hate me, so they try to fight,
they just keep going until I once more disappear into the night.

Then there is celebration until my return,
Then inside, anger will burn.

But there is one more of me,
It is within all of you, can't you see?

I come here and soon go,
I yield rain, wind, broken hearts and snow.

So remember, you may think a storm has gone away,
But in many hearts, a storm will always stay.